Downpour | Zeus & Sehun
It’s been six months since he came to Mount Phoenix. Six months of finding his way around, of defending himself in a world that only got even more dangerous for him. Six months of trying to keep himself in check as best as he can and trying to live by the rules of the city. And what does it bring him?
This.
Being attacked in alleyways by demigods who apparently just really hate the likes of him. Why? He doesn’t know. He has never met these guys before. If they’d have been the ones he’d fled from recently who have come back to finish the job, that he maybe could have understood. But this? It’s grating on the last of his nerves, fraying the edges and sending him into a frenzy.
He’s no longer defending himself, he’s not even fighting anymore. He’s raging. He’s losing any and every control. He’s hammering down on his attackers with punches and kicks as much as he can. He’s letting all of his pent up anger and frustration about this stupid city and his stupid parents out on his opponents. He’s outnumbered, but he’s doing it violently, ready to take at least one or two of them down with him.
The weather seems to mimic his mood, because where his fists are raining down on his opponents, the sky is raining down on all of them. It’s a major downpour, like the sky has gathered its moisture for weeks on end and is now letting it loose on the world. Lightning flashes have lit up the entire scene several times before and the loud, crashing thunder has already masked the outcries of pain several times.
The weather is raging, and Sehun along with it. But he’s also losing. Maybe he’ll hold out a few more minutes, maybe he’ll get lucky and keep going for another twenty. But he’ll never win six against one, and they’re not giving him a hole to shift and fly away through. He doesn’t want to risk getting hit as a bird, because then he’s most definitely going to die. And if he’s dying, he’s going down fighting. That’s for sure.